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RedTails : Awakenings

Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

By

Scarletdown

Chapter I: The Tiger and the Hawk

"Well anyway, I do have work to get back to," Regent Tormanin said, "So

you go see Toraq and have fun. I'll join you if I can. Now good evening to

you, Warden."

"Good night, your excellency," Court Warden Arlin returned. He executed

a graceful bow, then padded down a side corridor to the dungeons to fetch Master

Toraq, while the Regent made his way to his study to attend to his business.

The Tiger swiped his access card through the reader slot by the door to

the dungeon. With a soft whoosh, it slid open, revealing a stone, spiral

staircase that led into the depths of the palace. Instead of the usual electric

lighting, this area was illuminated by old-fashioned torches set at regular

intervals in sconces on the walls. Despite this world's modern high tech

society, Master Toraq preferred to maintain his domain in the style of old, as

the castle was in the days when people traveled about by carriage, horseback, or

on foot. He claims that keeping a traditional dungeon instead of modernizing

has an indescribable psychological effect on his charges, leaving no doubt in

their minds that they are here for punishment for their crimes. Arlin could not

argue with the Hawk's logic. The gloomy ambiance of the entire dungeon level

gave even him a subtle feeling of foreboding and despair. But, he also found

this area rather comfortable in its old school rusticness. Of course, he would

feel differently if he was here as one of Toraq's tenants instead of as a friend

and guest.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the reception area.

It was a small chamber with stone walls of course, and a floor of unfinished

wood. There was a large wooden door in the far wall, and to its left was a

large wood desk with a soft, leather-bound chair. The desk and chair were

unoccupied; apparently Toraq had sent Trish home already. The walls were

adorned with numerous paintings depicting prisoners of various species, male and

female undergoing a wide array of punishments. All of the scenes, despite being

rather macabre also emanated not so subtle erotic overtones. This also enhanced

the ambiance of the dungeon, which showed new arrivals that for their crimes,

they would not only be subjected to intense punishments, but also that their

bodies and lives now belonged to Wardens Toraq and Skara-Bree and their aides.

Since the day shift receptionist was not there to admit him, the Tiger

reached into his pocket and extracted an old-fashioned copper key, one of the

palace's original master keys. He inserted it into the keyhole in the door and

gave it a quarter turn. There was a soft click, then he took a grip on the

large iron ring above the keyhole, pulled the door open, stepped into a narrow,

dimly lit, stone corridor.

Arlin closed the door behind him and padded down the corridor. The

stone floor felt cool beneath his unshod feet, and the air was pleasantly warm,

its heat provided by the flickering, sputtering torches that lined the walls.

In the distance, he could hear the frequent crack of a whip, followed by a

pained yelp and moan from its unfortunate target. It sounded like Master Toraq

was still on duty and working late tonight. Then again, the Dungeon Warden was

in love with his work and was known to put in a lot of overtime. From the

sounds of the victims, Arlin had an idea who Toraq was playing with this

evening. As he rounded a bend in the corridor, which opened out into a large

chamber, considerably bigger than the reception area, the Tiger's guess proved

to be correct. The main chamber, which palace personnel liked to call the

playroom was furnished with several large, wooden tables, fitted with iron

shackles at the corners. All of the thick wooden floor to ceiling support beams

had cast iron rings attached to them. Additionally, there were wooden chairs

lining the walls to the left and right. These were also fitted with shackles,

and their seats were covered in a loosely woven copper mesh. The far wall had

three dark, narrow passages leading back into the depths of the dungeon where

the prisoners were housed. Another passage in the far right corner had a sign

above it that read 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'. Between the entrances to the

cell blocks, shelves and display cases housed an impressive collection of tools

crucial for administering the Regent's justice on the miscreants unfortunate to

find themselves as guests down here. None of the tools were lethal, or designed

to cause serious permanent injury or disfigurement, but they were all obviously

quite fearsome, and very effective at administering pain and humiliation on and

in a deserving prisoner's intimate areas. That was, of course, Master Toraq's

favorite place to focus his energies when giving his charges their workouts, at

least those charges who had the assets to get the Dungeon Warden aroused, such

as the pair receiving Toraq's loving touch in the center of the playroom.

Suspended from heavy chains hanging from the ceiling, their yellow,

taloned feet just barely touching the floor, were two Ornith Crows, the

father/daughter team of Beryl and Darlene, whom Denali had arrested earlier that

evening for armed robbery. The two birds were bound together face to face with

a wide leather belt around their waists. Attending to the Crows was a handsome

Ornith Hawk, dressed in nothing but a black leather X-harness. He was circling

the shackled up prisoners as he enthusiastically wielded a long braided

four-tail whip, landing it with expert precision across their backs, bottoms,

and thighs, not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to punish. The

powerful wings protruding from his back were spread wide to help him maintain

his balance and control, and with each stroke of the whip, his ruddy tail

feathers fanned out and lifted upwards to expose his own muscular and shapely

down-covered rear.

As he paced around the Crows, Arlin could see that he was thoroughly

enjoying his task, as the pink shaft of his cock was fully erect from its

sheath. The Crows cried out and moaned delightfully each time the whip caressed

their backsides with its kiss of fire. To those not familiar with the eccentric

ways of Master Toraq, both prisoners moaning and squirming when one was struck

would seem odd. But Arlin was quite well aware of the Hawk's unique methods of

administering punishment. Judging by the way Beryl and Darlene's lower halves

flexed and thrusted against each other, the Tiger was fairly certain that they

were actually coupled together, and Toraq had inserted a stimulator probe into

the area between Beryl's sex and ass in order to keep him hard inside his

daughter throughout the whipping.

Finally, the Hawk noticed Arlin's presence. He paused in his task,

giving the Crows a brief respite from their ordeal, cocked his feathery head to

one side, and waved to his visitor.

"Ah, good evening, Court Warden," he said. His voice was gentle and

soothing, "Forgive me for not noticing you standing there earlier. As you can

see, I was rather wrapped up in my work. I hope that Otter lass who delivered

these two fine pieces of tail to me tonight might make a visit down here soon.

Beryl and Darlene are proving to be a wonderful treat, and I would like to give

her a personal thanking."

Arlin glanced down at the Hawk's erection and smiled, "Aye, I had a

feeling you would enjoy prepping your new toys. It appears that I was right."

"Indeed," Toraq agreed, "You know me all too well, Arlin. I am truly

looking forward to beginning their training after their trial tomorrow. They

are going to make for a fine pair of slaves."

"Hopefully, they will end up with the same owner. It would be a pity to

see them taken away from each other."

"Wait a moment," Beryl interrupted, his voice a raspy moan, "Are you

implying that all we've been through since we arrived down here has not been a

part of slave training? I mean, the whippings, that needle-sharp probe between

my intimates, and being forced to engage in incestuous pleasures with my

daughter?"

Master Toraq laughed melodiously and gave the Crow a playful slap on his

feathery butt, "Ah, no, sweet tail, this has been nothing more than your initial

disciplining for your crime. The real training will begin tomorrow after you

are brought before Regent Tormanin for judgment and sentencing. And son, I

can't even begin to describe the activities that my crew and I have in store for

you."

Arlin smirked at the bound birds, "Some of them you may even learn to

enjoy and crave over time."

Darlene glared at the Tiger and snapped back, "Like fuck we will! We

are not going to become slaves. I just know that our counsel will come through

for us and spring us early."

Arlin took a few steps forward and glared back menacingly at the

impudent Ornith girl. In one smooth motion, his lightning crop was in his hand

and fully extended. The rod hissed in a graceful upward arc and landed squarely

under Darlene's tail feathers, striking dead center across her sit spot. With

the impact, there was a loud snap, and the girl gave out a pained scream as an

intense electric charge rippled through her bottom. This had a side effect of

causing her to tense and flex, which caused her father to moan helplessly as her

sex clenched tight around his cock; which in turn, caused him to finally unload

his hot seed inside her.

Master Toraq's liquid gold eyes were wide as an Owl's, and his beak was

half opened in amazement as the two Crows orgasmed together, "I am truly

impressed," he said in mock awe, "You, my dear friend have the magic touch. You

really should come work with me down here, you know. We would make a legendary

team."

Arlin smiled and shrugged, "Well, you got them primed for me, Toraq. I

could tell when I arrived that they were both close to the brink already. And

as tempting as your suggestion sounds, my place is up top. From each according

to his abilities, and all that, you know."

Toraq nodded and patted the Tiger on the shoulder, "Yes, as it has

always been and always shall be. Still, you are always welcome down here any

time if you are bored and need some entertainment."

The Tiger idly caressed and kneaded Darlene's sore, abused rump and

nodded thoughtfully, "I will keep your invitation in mind. And by the way, why

are you working alone tonight? Where's the rest of your crew?"

"Ah, I sent them home shortly after these two were checked in. It was a

pretty slow night, and I figured that they could all knock off early." He

coiled up his whip and hung it on his belt, reached up to unlock the overhead

shackles, and unbuckled the strap binding Beryl and Darlene to each other, "As

long as you're down here, would you mind helping me finish their initial

punishment?"

"But of course," Arlin replied. He stood behind Darlene, wrapped his

arms around her waist, and pulled. The girl gave a soft gasp and moan as her

father's cock exited from her depths, still hard and dripping a trickle of his

seed onto the stone floor, "Where do you want her?"

Toraq gestured to one of the work tables, "Over there is fine. Shackle

her down in the invite position." He grabbed Beryl by the shoulder and guided

him to a table facing the one he had directed Arlin to. "Get up there, turn

around, and kneel" he ordered.

The Crow obediently climbed up onto the table, turned and faced the

Dungeon Warden, and dropped to his knees.

"Now, lay down with your arms out, legs spread, and ass in the air."

"Like your daughter, Beryl," Arlin said. Darlene was securely trussed

up on the table facing her father. Her breasts were pressed against the hard

wood; her tail feathers were spread and raised, and her bottom was thrust

tantalizingly high in the air, providing easy access to both her sex and aft

channel.

Beryl nodded his head and followed his daughter's lead, presenting his

plush butt for Toraq's administrations. The Hawk strutted around behind the

Crow, reached between his legs, and yanked out the stimulator probe that had

kept him erect throughout the whipping, causing him to gasp and squawk loudly.

He gasped again when he felt a taloned finger playfully probe past his southern

star and wiggle around inside his nether depths.

"Ah yes," Toraq cooed, "you two are indeed going to be a pleasure to

train. It was most kind of you to commit your armed robbery in my jurisdiction.

I have been needing a good challenge for quite some time, you know." He

removed his finger from the Crow's ass, and stuck it in his beak, tasting his

prisoner's intimate flavor.

"Mmmm, you are quite delicious, you know. Now, I have a special treat

for you and Darlene. Since we are going to become intimately familiar with your

asses, inside and out, we need to get them properly conditioned and receptive."

Arlin chuckled, "Let me guess, the porcupine shaft?"

Toraq winked and nodded his head, "But of course. Only the best for a

couple hot pieces of tail like these." He sashayed over to one of the storage

shelves and picked up a small glass jar and a pair of rather long and thick butt

plugs.

"Ooh, I'm so fucking scared," Darlene taunted, "The big bad dungeon

warden is armed with a butt plug. Oh fear, oh dread." The girl's tail feathers

fanned out and flirted upward as if she was daring Toraq to use his toy on her.

"Darlene," Beryl interjected, "mind your place, young lady. Remember,

we are Master Toraq's prisoners. And considering our current positions, 'tis

unwise to mouth off to our master like that."

"Oh get real, daddy," she shot back, "It's not as if neither of us have

ever had our bottoms stuffed before. Granted, that shaft is a bit longer and

thicker than I'm used to, but fuckity-fuck! Anal play is a major Ornith

pastime."

Arlin patted Darlene's rump, chuckled, and cast a knowing glance at the

Hawk, "Heh. That's a most grave understatement if ever I heard one. Anal is a

major pastime for many Furling species as well. But for you feathertails, your

bottom fixation seems more like a major religion."

"Yes yes," Toraq laughed. He spread his wings and flirted his ruddy

tail plumage up, "On behalf of all our feathered brethren; Ornith, non-Ornith,

and those in between, I plead guilty as charged. Our downy aft ends are our

pride, made to be used and abused."

"And the more intense the abuse," Arlin added, "the happier you are."

"Indeed and correct," the Redtail affirmed. On cue, he touched a

taloned finger to a red button set in the base of the plug. "You are still

young and naive, dear child. For sure you have already known many of the

pleasures beneath the tail feathers which our kind hold dear."

He turned his gaze to Beryl, "Am I correct?"

The elder Crow nodded his head, "Aye, master. My daughter is a sexy

young Ornith lass who has completed nearly sixteen trips around the sun. Your

question is rhetorical."

Toraq gave Beryl a playful swat on the rump, then turned his attention

back to the ever defiant Darlene, "But, my tender slaves, I can tell by the look

in your eyes and the sweet scent of your fear that neither of you have yet fully

embraced our most highly beloved and most intimate passion."

He held the shaft up for the Crows to see. The once smooth surface was

now bristling with long, needlelike spikes, like porcupine quills, "Pain beneath

our tails is the sweetest pleasure that we can know, whether it is the kiss of

the paddle or crop or whip upon our lovely bottoms, or the ecstasy of agonizing

punishment coursing through your nether passage."

"No...fucking...way," Darlene protested. Her eyes were wide with pure

terror, and her tail feathers dropped to protectively cover her vulnerably

exposed southern star. "You are NOT going to shove that up my ass."

"Yes fucking way," Arlin growled, forcibly lifting her tail feathers

back up and taking a firm grip on her bottom. His claws dug into her rump, not

deep enough to pierce her flesh and draw blood, but still enough to cause the

girl to yelp and whimper. "It is not as if you have a choice in this matter.

You belong to Master Toraq now, and if he decrees that your rectal chamber is to

be pin cushioned, then it will be pin cushioned Slaves do not negotiate their

punishments."

"But master," Beryl interrupted, "Won't that thing, you know, kill us?

As far as I know, bank robbery is not a capital crime."

"You must trust your master," Toraq advised his slaves, "We will take

measures to keep this activity from causing lethal harm or even permanent

damage. I have tested the porcupine shaft on myself and my crew, and we are all

still alive, healthy, and yiffy as ever."

Arlin released his grip on Darlene's butt and picked up the small jar

that the Hawk had taken from the shelf. "This is what will keep you undamaged."

He handed the jar to the Hawk.

Toraq untwisted the lid and dipped his fingers into the clear gel

inside. "This is what is known as Unicorn Salve. As you are most likely aware,

a Unicorn's horn is capable of healing even the most grevious of wounds. And

according to legends, Lady Inanna; the Mink herself, discovered that the horn

can heal even while it harms."

"But master," Beryl interrupted again, "I thought it was the Mink's

master and brother, Lord Azoral, who discovered this when he made his pet sister

ride a Unicorn as an experimental punishment, impaled up the ass on his horn."

Toraq nodded and laughed, then thrust his fingers up Beryl's ass,

thoroughly swabbing his rectal wall with the gel, "Ah, I see that you are

familiar with the legends of the Falcon and the Mink. Very good, very good

indeed. A well rounded slave should be well versed in the traditions those two

initiated millennia ago." He removed his fingers from the Crow's depths and

licked off the remaining traces of the salve.

"Mmm, perfect. I'm tempted to purchase you myself after we complete

your training." The Hawk gently ran his free hand over the Crow's shapely

rump, squeezing and kneading the plush, feathered flesh, and even more gently

circling the tip of one talon around the tight, vulnerable rear opening. This

caused Beryl to shudder and moan; the pink shaft of his maleness again protruded

from the sheath between his thighs.

Toraq took Beryl's stiff member in his hand and playfully stroked it,

causing the Crow to squirm and whimper even more, "My my. Did your daughter

know before tonight that her daddy was and is a hightailed whore at heart?" He

lifted his gaze from his slave's assets to peer at the young Ornith girl trussed

up on the table facing them. Darlene was trying hard not to struggle too much

as the Tiger standing behind her worked his fingers deep inside her, lubing her

up and thoroughly coating her rectal wall with the Unicorn Salve.

"No, she most likely did not know," Toraq continued, answering his own

question. He touched the red switch on the base of the porcupine shaft, and the

spikes once again retracted back beneath its surface. He pressed the tip of the

plug against Beryl's tailhole, then slid it deep inside him in one smooth motion

until the base was resting snug against his black, downy cheeks. This brought

the Crow to orgasm for the second time tonight. His eyes closed; his back

arched; his bottom thrust upward, and his seed spilled from within him into

Toraq's hand and onto the table.

"No, I saw your records during your inprocessing," the Hawk continued,

still stroking his slave's pulsing, bobbing cock, "You never whored yourself

out. That was your daughter's task, for which you served as her financial

manager." He released his grip and licked the Crow's juices off his hand. "But

by the time I am finished with your training, that will change. You are going

to become one of Lovenmusk's favorite attractions. Your ass will indeed become

your greatest and most valuable asset. You my dear girl, will become one of the

finest whores the world has ever known."

Arlin finished prepping Darlene and removed his fingers from her ass,

licking off the remnants of the salve, "And I know just the two to train her,"

he offered, following Toraq's example and referring to Beryl in feminine terms.

"That Raccoon girlfriend of yours?"

The Tiger rested an arm on the girl's rump, "Yes, Allisson can more than

handle your little feathered lady there. And I'm sure my dear little sister

would be more than happy to assist."

"Ah, so Allisson actually went ahead and apprenticed Amanda? It's about

time. With that Ringtail's help, I predict that your sister is going to make

quite a name and fortune for herself down on all fours and on her back." He

turned his attention back to Beryl, "But we will deal with that when the time

comes. Now, dear girl, let's get your nethers properly punished. On the count

of three. One..."

A taloned finger touched the red switch once more. A muffled click was

heard inside Beryl. Half a moment later, the Crow gave a piercing yelp and his

entire body tensed so severely, it looked like he could tear himself in two at

any moment. Once he regained his breath, he broke into an ear splitting wail of

pure agony while his body thrashed about uncontrollably, straining against the

bonds that held him secure on the table. Toraq watched the show for a minute.

His cock was stiff and erect from its sheath as the Crow's screams and struggles

filled him with tremendous infernal arousal. He could not resist landing a pair

of hard, open-handed slaps on Beryl's upthrust, flexing ass. His talons dug

into the feathery nether flesh like nails with each swat. The trussed up bird

hardly noticed the biting smacks on his ass of course. No spanking could

override the unfathomable torture of all those needle-like spikes that were

piercing his nether chamber.

The Hawk turned his gaze back to Arlin and Darlene. The Tiger was

struggling to insert the other porcupine shaft up the girl's ass. She was

fighting him as best as she could, struggling to keep her southern star flexed

tight to keep the infernal plug out of her depths. The girl's face reflected

pure unadulterated terror as she watched her daddy thrashing about on the table

across from her, and she was determined to avoid such a fate for as long as

possible.

"Yes indeed, class," Toraq said, raising his voice so he could be heard

above Beryl's screams, "as I said, pain is pleasure. But for those like our

guests who have not yet learned to embrace this agony, the pleasure is for those

administering the pain, as you can clearly see by my own state of pride."

"Butt Master Toraq," Arlin shouted. He felt a moment of cleverness for

taking Beryl's earlier pleadings and using them to bestow a new, and truly

appropriate title upon his feathered friend, "This one is being most

uncooperative. She refuses to relax so I can insert the shaft. Granted, I can

understand why. But still..."

Toraq touched a switch under the front ledge of Beryl's table. A faint

blue-white glow emanated from the surface, and suddenly, all was quiet. The

Crow was still struggling in his bonds and he was still screaming and wailing,

but no sound escaped from his throat. "Aural dampening field," he explained.

"As much as I enjoy hearing the moans and screams of my slaves as they

endure their punishment, it does make it difficult to focus on other tasks.

Now, what's this about my other slave not letting the Tiger insert the shaft up

her butt? This is most inappropriate, young lady. Fortunately for you and us,

we do have a remedy for stubborn young brats like yourself. Arlin, touch the

tip of the plug to her opening and push the white button."

The Tiger took a look at the base of the porcupine shaft, "Which white

button, the blue-white one or the off-white one?"

"The off-white button," Toraq replied, "Using the blue-white button this

early in the procedure would defeat the purpose of this portion of the

punishment."

Arlin nodded and touched the tip of the shaft to Darlene's southern

star. He touched a claw to the off-white button in the base, and the shaft gave

off a soft electric hum. The Ornith girl gasped and moaned seductively. Her

tailhole unclenched and feminine juices dripped from her hot sex onto the table

beneath her. The Tiger immediately thrust the long shaft up the Crow's butt

until the base was pressed against her bottom. Before she could react to the

insertion, Arlin touched the red switch, and as with Beryl, a muffled click

could be heard inside her.

Another ear piercing scream shattered the serene silence of the dungeon,

and like her daddy, Darlene thrashed about in her bonds in a futile attempt to

find relief from the horrific pain coursing through her rectum as the spikes of

the porcupine shaft bit deep into her inner flesh. Between gasps and wails, the

girl cried and begged for mercy and release from the punishment filling her ass.

But of course, there would be no release or mercy forthcoming any time soon.

And like her father, Darlene's screams were soon neutralized by a press of a

switch under the table's ledge, which activated another dampening field.

Arlin purred softly to himself. His maleness pressed hard against his

tight leathers as he watched this tendertail bird writhe in sweet agony on the

table before him. And with her sex vulnerably exposed and flexing rhythmically

with her struggles, the Tiger was tempted to strip and take the girl right there

on the table in front of her father and Toraq. No one would have complained if

he had followed his animal instincts. After all, these two Crows were slaves

now. They had no rights to how their assets were used, other than the basic

rights of life, nourishment, and freedom from permanent injury or disfigurement.

However, Darlene and Beryl were Toraq's properties, and it would be a breach of

protocol to have his way with them before their master could take his pleasure

first. The Tiger's arousal did not escape the Hawk's notice.

"Be my guest, Warden. I will have plenty of opportunities to use her in

the coming months. So indulge yourself while I do a bit of tidying up before

the night shift crew arrives."

"Thank-you, Butt Master Toraq," Arlin purred, "Your generosity is

legendary." He stripped off his pants. His cock, free from its bonds at last,

stood fully erect from its sheath, the tip glistening with precum in

anticipation of probing this young bird's treasure hole.

Toraq whistled appreciatively at the sight of the Tiger's ample maleness

bobbing before him in the warm dungeon air, "Oh, 'tis such a lovely piece,

Arlin, a true work of art. And it is such a pity that you only lean towards

feminine tails. Such an impressive shaft would be pure bliss under my tail

feathers"

Arlin felt the insides of his ears heat up, both embarrassed and

flattered. He recalled his brief bit of chatter with Everett a few hours ago at

Up Yours, but couldn't bring himself to repeat what he had hinted to the

Secretary Bird. Instead, he just nodded and gave the Hawk a sheepish grin, then

climbed up on the table behind the writhing Crow. He pushed her tail feathers

back up and took a firm, two handed grip on the girl's rump and hips, claws once

again digging into her flesh. His groin pressed lightly against her bottom and

the tip of his cock stood out poised at the downy opening of her sex.

He paused and took a deep breath, then reached out with his thoughts to

touch Darlene's mind. Time seemed to distort and slow down almost to a

standstill.

<:: Please, I beg of you, no... ::>

Arlin was momentarily stunned. There had been nothing in her file about

her being psionically empowered. But here she was, pleading with him via

telepathic sending. He made a mental note to investigate later and discover why

this rather important revelation had been overlooked.

<:: Don't fight it, child. Do not forget that you are a slave. You

belong to Master Toraq to use and abuse as he sees fit. And he has seen fit to

grant me first use of your assets. ::>

<:: Please have mercy, Warden. Dozens of needles are piercing my aft

chamber. How can I put out for you when I am suffering such agony? ::>

<:: That does not matter. Consider this moment to be a part of your

training. Do you remember what your master said earlier? ::>

<:: Aye, pain is pleasure. Yet I fail to see how one can draw pleasure

from this punishment which you and Master Toraq have inflicted within me. ::>

<:: In time, that will change. It will take a lot of training and

conditioning, but eventually you will learn to embrace this pain and others on

and up your butt. You will learn to ride the agony to climaxes that you can not

even begin to fathom. You will become a slave worthy of our world renowned

Master Toraq. You will... ::>

Before Darlene could respond further, Arlin slid his long, thick cock

deep into her tight, slick egg passage. He blocked out her thoughts for the

moment as he rode her. He wanted to focus only on the moment. He did not want

to hear any more of her thoughts. All that mattered was that he use her assets

as they were meant to be used. The sole purpose for Darlene's existence at this

moment in time, was for his pleasure. Nothing else mattered.

He started with slow, gentle thrusts, taking his time with her and

savoring every passionate moment inside her wonderfully hot depths. Darlene

continued to writhe beneath him, mostly from the spikes piercing her rectal

wall. But now, the feel of the Tiger's cock sliding in and out of her and

stretching her tender sex caused her struggles to intensify. She clenched and

relaxed rhythmically as Arlin took her like the whore she was meant to be.

Arlin briefly dropped his mental shield and touched her mind again. As

he had predicted, the girl was managing to find pleasure amidst the punishing

bite of the porcupine shaft filling her ass. He increased the intensity of his

thrusts until his groin and balls were slamming hard against her bottom.

Darlene countered by grinding her ass against him each time his cock pounded

into her, and her wings began to beat frantically as a confusing tide of passion

rippled through her body. The girl's writhings became so hot and heavy that the

Tiger had to lower himself on her back. His paws took a firm grip on her

feathery midsection and her perky breasts, while his powerful chest against her

back held her wings in place, spread eagle. Five interminable minutes later, a

low growl rumbled deep in Arlin's throat. His jaws gently clamped down on

Darlene's shoulder, and he made one final thrust. Time came to a standstill

again as he closed his eyes and his entire body tensed tight. His hot seed

pumped fast and hard into the girl's depths, and finally he was spent for the

moment.

He released his grip on the girl's shoulder, and nuzzled her neck and

cheek. He lingered inside her for a quarter minute more, then reluctantly

extracted his cock from her sex and dismounted. As he stepped away from the

trussed up, freshly raped slave and pulled his leather pants back on, Toraq

stepped in and jabbed a needle into her soft upturned bottom, injecting a thick,

blue serum into her from the attached syringe.

"Peace of Mind," he said. "While you were raping her, I realized that

she had not received her PoM shot yet. Don't want to accidentally have a

fertilized egg on our hands, you know, what with all the legal paperwork and

whatnot that would entail. So, if you don't mind my probing, how was she?"

Arlin took a deep breath and regained his bearings, "You have a real

treasure on your hands, Butt Master. In fact, when she goes up for sale, you

may have some competition to contend with. And you know that is a sign that the

universe is about to come to an end when I would actually consider purchasing a

slave."

Toraq removed the needle from the girl's butt and tossed it and the

syringe into a nearby disposal hole in the floor, "So then, Arlin, what brings

you here to my domain? Are you seeking counsel in naughty matters, or perhaps

seeking a slave to serve as a devoted companion for a night of passion? Or did

you just stop in to say hello and good night?"

"The first point is correct. The second is partially so," Arlin

replied. "I want to schedule appointments with you for Kennewick, Katella, and

the princess. They are getting to that age, if you know what I mean."

Toraq nodded understanding, "It's about time, I say. So, I take it you

want me to give those three the Awakening lecture?"

"Yes. And also, Regent Tormanin wants them all started on Peace of Mind

as of tomorrow. We have a feeling that Kennewick is going to be boinking

Princess Amalie real soon, judging by the way she was swooning after him during

their punishment earlier tonight."

"No problem. I've been looking forward to this moment for quite some

time. What else did you wish to see me about?"

Arlin put a paw on his friend's shoulder, "Well, I have a busy night

ahead of me, involving a Ferret lass from up north, she's an acolytic student, a

Rabbit Whore from Arborvale, and then who knows what else at Up Yours. I was

hoping that you would be able to join me for a guys' night out, if you don't

have any other plans."

"Up Yours? That's Everett and Rhiana's place, correct?" Toraq asked.

Arlin nodded, "Aye. It's definitely worth paying them a visit."

"Count me in then. I need a bit of down time, and it will be good to

see my old school time fuckmates again. 'Tis been way too long. But we need to

wait until Skara-Bree and her night shift crew checks in. In the meantime, how

about joining me in my chambers for drinks and chatter?"

Arlin nodded and smiled, "Lead the way...Butt Master."

Leaving the Crows trussed up on the tables to silently suffer in their

punishment for a while longer, the Hawk took the Tiger by the paw and led him

down the passage that bore the 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY' sign.

"So tell me, Arlin," Toraq said as he loosened and removed his work

harness, "Who was it that really got you worked up before you came down to

visit?"

The Tiger paused in his pacing, looked over the now skyclad Hawk, and

cocked his head to one side, "What do you mean, bird?"

"Oh come now. I scented your arousal when you first walked in on me and

the Crows. And that bulge you had...in fact, still have beneath your leathers

confirmed it. Surely that wasn't caused by my work on those birds' backsides

with my whip."

Arlin felt the insides of his ears heat up again. He dropped his gaze

to a spot on the floor in front of him and clasped his paws behind his back,

"You are a shrewd judge of character indeed, my friend. Nothing seems to escape

your notice."

Toraq strutted over to the mini bar near the entrance to his private

kitchen, and bent over to rummage through the wide selection of relaxants that

he maintained for himself and his guests, "So who was it? Oh, go ahead and have

a seat and make yourself comfortable first."

Arlin pulled off his sleeveless shirt and tossed it aside, then padded

over to one of the big soft couches near the fireplace. All the while, he could

not keep his eyes off of Toraq's plush, down-covered bottom. The way the Hawk

was keeping his tail feathers spread and raised as he worked, and idly swishing

his backside back and forth, it was obvious that he was specifically playing and

flirting with him in hopes of finally breaking down the Tiger's inhibitions and

getting his ass filled with feline meat.

"It's been one fuckuva night," he began, "It seems like everyone wants

to play with the Tiger lately."

Toraq stood upright again, holding a bottle of some emerald-colored wine

and a pair of medium-sized crystal chalices. He set them down on top of the bar

and peered coyly over his shoulder at his friend, "Well, you can't blame them

now, eh what? After all, a handsome, powerful, leather clad boog like you? Any

girl would be a fool to not want your cock inside of her, even those who would

normally lean towards other girls." He turned his attention back to the bar and

poured the green wine, filling both chalices half way. "Ah, fuck. Any boy, for

that matter would be a fool as well to not want your cock inside of him," he

amended.

Arlin sighed and turned to watch the Hawk sashay towards him,

feather-clad hips swishing back and forth with each step like a waitress at Up

Yours. Toraq never ceased to amaze him with his ability to switch demeanors at

will from the stern and powerful dungeon warden to a sultry, seductive, and

submissive 'lady'. He had to give the bird credit for his talents. Even for

one such as himself, who had only ever engaged in passionate trysts with real

girls, he could not deny that this redtail was no less desirable than the likes

of Allisson or Amanda, as the stiffness which persisted beneath his leathers

attested.

"Thank-you for your kind flattery," he purred, "I was honored to learn

that so many desired my company. However, I was also embarrassed to learn that

it was not only the girls, but guys that wanted me as well, specifically

Everett."

Toraq laughed softly, handed a chalice to Arlin and sat down next to

him, crossing one leg over the other, and gently patting the Tiger on the thigh,

"Now now, my friend, you make it sound as if that is a bad thing. Having that

silly bird lust for your maleness inside him is nothing to be ashamed of. And

believe me, boinking his lovely bottom is a most wondrous experience."

Now it was Arlin's turn to laugh. He took a sip of his wine then placed

a paw on Toraq's hand, "Yes, you of all people would know best. It's no secret

that you two were lovers back when we were in school."

"Guilty as charged." The Hawk took a dainty sip of his drink and smiled

sweetly up at the Tiger, "But it was more than just the two of us. It was

actually a love triangle, as Rhiana was also involved. Though truth to tell,

she served more as a shared pleasure pet between the two of us. But we both

loved that girl as much as we loved each other. 'Tis a pity that Everett

recently married his sister though."

"Oh? How so? They seem to be a perfect match, and are quite happy

together."

Toraq briefly averted his golden eyes from the Tiger's inquisitive gaze,

took another sip, and sighed wistfully, "I say that out of jealousy, I must

confess. You see, I was seriously considering asking Everett to be my bride or

to take me as his. Ah well, such is life and love. It turns out I was a little

too slow and Rhiana became his mate instead."

Arlin removed his paw from Toraq's hand and put his arm around him,

letting the Hawk rest his feathered head on his shoulder. Without even thinking

about it, he gave him a friendly pat and squeeze on the flank as he consoled his

childhood friend, "All is not lost, silly bird. You of all people should know

good and well that sluts like Everett and Rhiana would have an open marriage.

If you really want him, I am sure that Everett would gladly take in another

mate."

Toraq looked adoringly up at Arlin and nuzzled his shoulder and neck

with his beak, "Surprisingly, I never considered that possibility. Complex

marriages have become rather uncommon on our world these days."

"There's no laws against such an arrangement," Arlin reminded him,

"After all, in a society where people can be legally bought and sold as slaves

and pleasure pets, and where sibling revelry is as normal and accepted as

breathing, it would be a gross hypocrisy to make something as benign as

polymating a taboo."

The Hawk snuggled closer to the Tiger, his free hand now idly inching

towards Arlin's inner thigh, "Ah yes, I will consider approaching Everett and

Rhiana about this soon, possibly even tonight when we pay their little night

club a visit."

"Atta girl," Arlin purred, giving Toraq an affectionate swat on the

flank. "Knowing the three of you, I have no doubt that you will perversevere."

He chuckled softly at his own joke, then took another longer pull of his drink,

swishing the wine around in his mouth and savoring its sweetness before

swallowing.

"Say! This is fantastic stuff," he said, momentarily changing the

subject, "What is it?"

Toraq held up his chalice which was still three quarters full, "It's

called Dryad's Dream, imported from Arborvale. I bought several bottles from

some Spriett trader who had set up temporary shop in the bazarre today.

Handsome fellow he was, and another who I wouldn't mind being boinked by. But

he didn't seem the type who would do another girly-guy, so I didn't pursue that

course of seduction."

Arlin laughed again and snugged the Hawk close to him, "You are just as

obsessed with your own aft end as Kennewick is with his, always looking for an

excuse to stuff something fulfilling up there. Is there anyone you wouldn't

bend over and lift your tail feathers for, you little slut?"

"Well, erm... Let me think... No. No one I can think of at the

moment," Toraq flashed a mischievous, tipsy grin up at the Tiger and playfully

preened his neck and shoulder with his beak. "And speaking of Kennewick, how is

she, er, he and his sister doing these days? It's been too long since they were

last sent down to me for discipline on their or Princess Amalie's behalf. I

really miss paddling their cute little musky bottoms." He sighed wistfully.

"The twins are sleeping with sore butts tonight," Arlin replied, filling

Toraq in on the latest gossip, "Against Tormanin's wishes, Princess Amalie

convinced them to go with her to Up Yours and get some stage time."

"Oh, I wish I could have seen that. How did they fare?"

"All I can say is those three danced like professionals. They nearly

upstaged Rhiana even, and when I hauled them out of there, their asses were so

full of cash capsules and coins, they could barely walk." The Tiger shifted

uncomfortably on the couch. The thought of the three tenders and that Secretary

Bird cavorting about on the stage, flashing their assets, and working those

dance poles renewed the aching erection he had been sporting since before coming

down to the dungeon.

This did not escape Toraq's notice. In an effort to help his friend

become a little more comfortable, the Hawk slid his hand up the Tiger's thigh,

unfastened the clasp on his pants, reached in, and gently grasped his cock,

pulling it out so it stood stiff and free from its tight leather prison. He

gazed longingly at the hard fleshy shaft and teasingly ran a talon along its

underside, causing Arlin to gasp and purr like a kitten.

"You'll have to let me know in advance next time when they are scheduled

to perform. Tendertails they may be, but they are most certainly pleasing to

the eye."

Arlin gasped again as Toraq continued teasing and stroking his shaft,

then he chuckled softly, "Sorry, my friend. I'm afraid you might have to either

seduce Everett into letting you borrow the footage from his security cameras, or

try to get the kids to put on a private performance for you. This was an

unscheduled act tonight, and the Regent was not very happy about his daughter

showing off her treasures to a drunken, yiffy crowd."

"Ah yes, Tormanin's obsession with the family's image. I suppose he's

never going to understand that a hot young nymph like Amalie could very well

boost their approval ratings in the public's eye beyond his wildest

imaginations."

Arlin shrugged, "He might eventually. But he was more concerned about

the kids' safety. We might be able to maintain a close watch on that part of

town, and keep the people in line and whatnot, but we can't keep Amalie and her

pets under lock and key around the clock, and her actions could someday attract

the attention of slavers or worse. And that is why Kennewick and Katella had to

be paddled tonight."

Toraq smiled and sighed wistfully at the thought of the two young Skunks

getting their furry bottoms roasted, "Ah, another show I would have loved to

see. 'Tis a pity you didn't summon me to be a witness. So then, how many swats

did they take this time?"

The Tiger finished his jade wine, closed his eyes, leaned back on the

couch and shuddered uncontrollably, guiltily enjoying the magic that the Hawk

was working on his maleness with his hand and talons, "Twenty each," he purred,

"with Princess Amalie's paddling to be taken and shared between Kennewick and

Katella."

"Mmmmm... Did you take them over your lap, or did you have them bend

over this time?"

"Kennewick and Katella took their paddling over my lap," Arlin revealed,

"then they took Amalie's bent over with their paws on the bench. Tormanin

administered his daughter's spanking to them of course, since he's Amalie's

father and it was her punishment they were taking."

"Sounds like it was a wonderful show. 'Tis a pity though that the

Regent is so old school and subscribes to the belief that a princess is above

getting spanked. I would so much love to see her bratness get her lovely regal

bottom reddened one of these days, especially if I could be the one to redden

her lovely regal bottom."

"You and me both, Buttmaster," Arlin agreed, "All it would take is one

good hard session with the paddle for her to understand just how much her

girlfriends suffer for her. She would then think twice or more before going off

on her little misadventures if she really and truly knew what was in store for

her paddlegirls when they got caught."

"Aye, but that is Tormanin's call. There's nothing we can do to change

Regency policy in that department," Toraq mused, "At least we can dream, and we

do have the twins with their sweet asses to abuse as needed." A devilish gleam

flickered in his eyes, "Oh, and we have the lovely Lady Tormanin as well.

Thankfully, unlike her daughter, she doesn't accept immunity from the paddle and

other physical disciplines. That was a wonderful session I had with her down

here late this morning. I'm sure that she had to attend her various social

functions on her feet this afternoon. I'll have to tell you all about it

later."

Arlin pulled the Hawk onto his lap and smiled down affectionately at

him. The Tiger's stiff cock pressed teasingly along the length of the warm,

downy crevasse between the bird's nether cheeks, "Damn, but you really are

obsessed with pretty bottoms, girl."

Toraq squirmed on Arlin's lap, his own cock stiffening harder with the

feel of the Tiger's maleness beneath him, so tantalizingly close to his tight

southern star, "No moreso than any other red-blooded Ornith or Furling," he

argued, "Well, perhaps a little moreso. But still, in my line of

work...well...you know what it's like."

"If you mean those street sentences that I administer to select

miscreants at my discretion," Arlin replied, "Then yes, I do understand. I will

admit that it is one of my favorite benefits of being a Street Hunter."

"And your other task as well?" Toraq prodded, "You know, that delightful

task of paddling Amalie's pets, which I sense is what really has you worked up

tonight?"

"What? Truth to tell, I wasn't expecting an Ornith inquisition."

"Heh. Don't you know? Nobody expects an Ornith inquisition. But

anyway, you didn't answer my question."

Arlin sighed again and wrapped his arms around the Hawk, running his

paws along his inner thighs and up his stomach and breast, "Guilty as charged.

There's just something I can't explain about Katella and Kennewick. I know it's

not proper for me, but every time I have them over my lap or bent over a table,

I just want to take them and..."

Toraq finished the confession for him, "And boink the daylights out of

them. I fully understand your feelings, my dear friend, and there is no cause

for shame. Those two are definite head turners and unintentional cock teases.

And you are not alone. There are many others at the palace, both male and

female, who would love to have a night alone with either of them, myself

included."

"Both of them, I presume?"

The Hawk laughed melodically, "But of course. Kennewick is every bit a

hot piece of tail as his sister. And with the right training, like from

Allisson and your sister for example, he could easily become one of the most

successful whores the world has ever known, the delight of kings and emperors

from here to the farthest reaches of Lockke and beyond."

"You really think so?"

"Believe me, lad. I have a gift for judging a girl's potential value as

a pleasure toy, even if that girl is really a boy. In fact, that day that you

first delivered them to me for punishment after they were brought in for

pickpocketing three years ago, I really wanted to stuff this shaft of mine in

them and teach them how to use their assets to earn their keep without turning

to crime." He took said shaft between his thighs in his hand, giving it a

squeeze and a few strokes.

"Well why didn't you?" Arlin asked. His hands ran back down the Hawk's

sides and again along his inner thighs, teasingly avoiding his friend's aching

maleness, "After all, for that short time, they belonged to you. You completely

owned them while they were in your care. You could have taken them any way you

wanted at any time. And don't tell me they were too young then either. I know

for a fact that with many slaves, you are more than willing to play with them as

young as nine like they were back then."

"I didn't want to overwhelm them so soon. They were pretty frightened

when they first found themselves down here. And considering that their crime

was fairly minor, I felt it best for the time to just give their bottoms the

riding crop and be done with it, none of the other usual pleasures that our more

long-term guests get to experience. But, I did orchestrate matters to provide

additional future opportunities to sample their sweet assets."

"Ah, you mean arranging for Tormanin to employ them as Amalie's

paddlegirls. And after three years, despite them being sent to you on countless

occasions, you have still never used their tails to their fullest potential?"

Toraq shook his feathered head and closed his eyes, "Sadly, no. Amalie,

as I'm sure you have noticed, has monopolized their time. She almost always has

some activity going on that includes the twins. I swear, those three are

totally inseparable Kennewick and Katella are for all intents and purposes, the

princess's personal pets, despite not having yet experienced my training

course."

"Aye," Arlin agreed, "They are totally devoted to her. It will be

interesting to see how their relationship develops in a few more years."

"I'm guessing that Kennewick will either end up marrying both of them,

or he will marry the princess and Katella will give herself to them as a pet

sister for their wedding present."

"You're probably right," Arlin agreed.

"I'm always right," Toraq reminded him, "Now, what about you? You have

pretty much admitted that spanking the twins turned you on tonight. And I can

understand a straight upright fellow like you wanting to boink a sweet little

lass like Katella. But what about Kennewick?"

"What about him?" the Tiger asked, "Of course he would also enjoy

boinking Katella, if he understood what fucking was all about and how it was

achieved. After all, only an impotent fool would not want to do her."

Toraq laughed heartily, "My dear friend, I don't know whether you are

being innocently obtuse, or purposely dodging the question, but let me clarify.

What are your feelings for Kennewick? I know that you have never taken a lad

before and most likely feel uncomfortable with the thoughts and feelings that

course through your body when applying the paddle or your open paw to his girly

bottom. But, considering how you refer to him in feminine terms and even treat

him as a girl, could it be that there are some repressed fantasies deep within

you that you are holding back?"

Arlin was getting perturbed by the Hawk's rather intimate probing of his

deepest feelings. Frustrated, he responded in the one way he knew worked best

for stress relief. Moments later, Toraq was surprised and shamelessly delighted

to find himself held face down over the Tiger's lap. Arlin's left arm was

pressed firmly against the bird's lower back, and his left hand had a grip on

his ruddy tail feathers, holding them up out of the way to fully expose his

plush, shapely bottom. Without hesitation, Arlin's massive paw was rhythmically

slamming down hard on his friend's rump while he scolded him as he would one of

the twins.

"You, my dear friend presume too much," he growled. The smacks on the

bird's ass came hard and fast, with no more than a quarter second's reprieve

between strokes. Toraq closed his eyes and relaxed his body, being well

conditioned to not struggle unless the one spanking him wished for him to do so.

He did gasp sharply whenever Arlin's paw struck the most sensitive area of his

rump, the sit spot. But he stoically gave neither a yelp nor a whimper as his

friend gave him this surprise, and much appreciated, roasting under his tail

feathers

"I refer to Kennewick in the feminine because that is how our princess

treats him and dresses him. He accepts that, the Regent accepts that, and I

accept that." The pace and intensity of the impromptu spanking increased. A

light crimson glow was beginning to show through the creamy white down of the

Hawk's aft treasure trail.

The Tiger continued his spanking-punctuated rant, "When I paddle

Kennewick and Katella, I do so in accordance with my responsibilities as their

designated father figure. It is my duty to guide and discipline them as needed.

They understand that and expect such treatment from me when they misbehave.

Any arousal I experience during the process, we all understand is simply a pure

uncontrollable primal instinct, nothing more." He landed another half dozen

swats all over Toraq's ass, and finished with one final strike dead center.

In the quiet moments immediately after the spanking ended, Arlin gently

ran his paw over his friend's reddened butt, taking in its softness and warmth.

They both said not a word for a minute. The crackle of the flames in the

fireplace, and Toraq's heavy breathing and occasional gasps as the Tiger fondled

his aft end were the only sounds audible in the cavernous parlor. During that

moment of silence, Arlin contemplated the Hawk still held firmly in his grip.

He purred as his fingers caressed over the shapely hills that formed his bottom,

and probed along the crevasse between them, until his fingers touched the rim of

his southern star. He remembered again what he admitted to Everett earlier that

night, 'With birds, some Furling species, and quite often Elves, male or female

doesn't matter. It's that tight, warm port to park in that counts.'

He became even more aware of the stiffness between his legs, a stiffness

that was also pressing hard against the bird's thighs, and realized that his

words to the Secretary Bird also applied to this Hawk who lay submissively and

vulnerably over his lap like a naughty young schoolgirl...like Katella...like

Kennewick. Without any further thought, he slipped one finger, claw retracted,

up inside his childhood friend.

Toraq's back arched and his bottom thrust upwards. The feel of the

Tiger's finger probing inside his ass nearly caused him to orgasm, and he had to

struggle mentally to keep from spilling his seed all over Arlin's thighs. A

moment later, the Hawk regained his composure and chirred softly, "So, now that

you have worked out your aggressions on my poor, abused behind, my dear and most

trusted friend, will you now go ahead and drop that silly macho facade and admit

your true feelings for that sweet Skunk? And don't try to play dumb. You know

that I am talking about Kennewick, not Katella."

Arlin inserted a second finger up the bird's butt and gently pumped them

inside of him. He sighed and released his grip on Toraq's tail feathers so that

he could knead and massage the warm, reddened flesh beneath them with his other

paw.

"Well?" Toraq impatiently prompted.

This was answered with one more smack on his ass before the Tiger

finally opened up, "Very well, silly girl. I can see that there is no keeping

any secrets from you. These words do not leave this room."

"You have my solemn word," the Hawk promised.

"Every time that I have to spank Kennewick, I do indeed feel an improper

desire to haul him off to my bedchamber and fuck the living daylights out of his

adorable furry ass. I am going to blame Princess Amalie for corrupting me in

this way. Before she started making him girl up, I had never ever even

considered boinking another male of any age or species."

"Awww, not even me or Everett?"

"Not really," Arlin admitted, "However, you two have briefly turned my

head a number of times, but until tonight, not enough to make me want to

actually fuck."

Toraq teasingly clenched his aft cheeks around Arlin's fingers, holding

them tightly in place inside him, "Well well, this is surely a sign that the

universe will come to an end really soon now. For years and years, if you

haven't guessed already, me and Everett have fantasized about seducing both you

and the Regent. Could it be that we might see at least half of that fantasy

become a reality? In other words, do you want to fuck now, and take me as you

have imagined yourself taking Kennewick?"

Arlin laughed, despite the warm reddening forming inside his ears again

and forced his fingers deeper inside the Hawk's ass, "Indeed it does seem as if

you are going to finally achieve one of your most difficult objectives, provided

we have time."

Toraq gasped and squirmed on the Tiger's lap, "We have plenty of time,

my dear lad. 'Tis still another fifteen to twenty minutes before Skara-Bree and

her night crew show up. So if you would kindly remove your fingers from inside

me..."

"But of course," Arlin chuckled. He extracted his fingers from the

Hawk's depths, and ran his tongue over them, taking in his friend's intimate

flavor, "Mmmmm, you are quite delicious, young lady. Now, on your feet with

you." He gave the Hawk a final smack on his ass, which was hard enough this

time to cause him to yelp out.

Toraq pulled himself up off the Tiger's lap and rubbed his sore bottom

while he stood before his friend. His cock was still hard and stiff, as was

Arlin's. "I do wish to thank you for that wonderful spanking. 'Tis been far

too long since I had last received a proper ass roasting, what with work

schedules being so hectic lately that Skara and I have been unable to schedule

any overlapping time for us to spend time over each others' lap."

Arlin stood up and stripped off his tight leather pants, scooped the

Hawk up in his arms, and slung him over his shoulder so that the bird had a

wonderful view of his muscular back and rump, "Ah, 'tis not good for one such as

you to go so long without a firm dose of discipline beneath your tail feathers,"

he declared.

"Aye. That is pure unadulterated truth," Toraq agreed.

"So whenever you are feeling uppity and incorrigible, and need to be

spanked," the Tiger advised him as he carried him to the bedchamber, "all you

need to do is send me a message and I will pay a visit to your dungeon at my

earliest convenience to paddle your butt and make you even more a Redtail Hawk."

"My tail is for your pleasure," Toraq promised, "and you can use more

than just paddles, you know."

"Oh, I will, you little slut. I will indeed." Arlin gently set his

friend back down on the floor beside the bed. "Now then, present your ass for

servicing, my redtailed whore."

Toraq turned around, spread his feet, and bent over so that his chest

was pressed against the soft mattress and his hands were gripping the far edge

of the bed. He spread out his majestic wings and his tail feathers fanned out

and arose to expose his downy bottom.

"I do hope you intend to properly baste me before stuffing," he advised.

"It will make the procedure go much smoother than if you were to take me raw."

"Right," Arlin replied. He looked around the room, scanning for

something to serve as a lubricant, "So, is there any particular type of salve

that you prefer?"

"Silly Tiger, just use your tongue. It's okay. I give myself

electro-cleansings at least daily. After all, as I always say, there are much

better uses for that place than what nature intended."

"Ah, so we start with a taildive then. Brace yourself." The Tiger

knelt behind the Hawk and took a firm two-handed grip on his bottom. Even after

all these years, it never ceased to amaze him just how plush and feminine

Toraq's rear was. And had it not been for that stiff shaft protruding between

his thighs, Arlin could easily mistake this bird for a girl. With his thumbs,

he gently spread those cute nether hills to expose his friend's southern star,

the gateway to passionate bliss, as Toraq often called it. The Tiger's muzzle

disappeared into the valley beneath the Hawk's tail feathers, and without

another moment's hesitation, his tongue pressed into the bird's opening and

worked itself into his depths.

Arlin purred as he tasted his dear friend's most intimate flavor. This

was his second taildiving tonight, and like with Kata, to whom he would later be

introducing Toraq, the Hawk was every bit as delicious. His flavor was

different to be certain, but in his experience, no two people tasted exactly

identical. He worked his rough feline tongue all over the bird's rectal wall,

taking in the sweet and slightly spicy flavor of electrically cleansed raptor

ass. Apparently, Toraq was enjoying this as much as he was, judging by his

whimpers and moans every time Arlin's tongue scrubbed against his inner flesh.

Finally, the Tiger could take it no more. His body practically on fire from the

passion coursing through him, he pulled his face back, arose to his feet, and

took an even tighter grip on the Hawk's bottom, his claws digging into the

tender avian flesh to the point of drawing forth trickles of crimson.

With one smooth but forceful motion, he pressed his groin against the

bird's rump and pounded his stiff, aching cock into the tight, freshly moistened

chamber where his tongue had played mere moments before.

The Tiger and Hawk gasped in tandem as their bodies became as one.

Arlin had to fight himself mentally to keep from immediately unloading his seed

into Toraq's depths. It had been a long time since he had last had his cock

nested inside a bird's ass, and he had forgotten just how wonderfully hot and

tight Orniths were in the aft chamber. Adding to the passion burning in his

loins was the knowledge that this time, for the first time ever, his fuckmate

was another male. That made the moment even more delightfully wondrous, as he

was going against his own nature. His only regret was that he had not taken the

plunge into such intimate male bonding, at least with his feathered friends,

years ago.

Despite craving and fantasizing over this wondrous moment ever since he

was a "schoolgirl", the forceful thrust of the Tiger's more than ample shaft up

his tailhole still took Toraq by surprise. He had greatly underestimated his

friend's talent and endowment. His back arched severely and a sharp gasp

escaped his beak as Arlin's cock probed deep inside the Hawk's nether passage,

deeper than any of the pleasure toys in his vast collection had ever penetrated.

His rectal chamber was stretched to the limits of his remarkable conditioning,

stealing the bird's breath away from him for a few long seconds. When he

regained his breath, Toraq moaned and whined like a young girl. His bottom,

still tender and warm from his recent spanking, thrust upwards, pressing against

the Tiger's groin as if trying to coax the long thick shaft inside him to rape

him even deeper.

He closed his eyes and moaned louder when he felt a powerful strong arm

wrap around his waist to hold him in place. Arlin's free hand took a firm grip

on the bird's stiff, aching cock, which glistened with his male pre-climax

juices. Toraq gasped again as the Tiger lowered himself down so his muscular

furry chest was pressed along the length of his back between his powerful

splayed-out wings, and his jaws clamped firmly down on the point where the

Hawk's shoulder and neck connected. The fangs were like fine spikes, sending a

wave through his body that was a confusing mixture of exquisite pain and even

more exquisite pleasure. Arlin's teeth pierced the Hawk's flesh, not enough to

cause any true damage, but still deep enough to draw forth a trickle of warm

crimson.

Toraq squirmed and struggled feebly in his powerful friend's grip, but

he was caught, held firm with no chance of escape until Arlin was finished with

him. This was what he wanted. This was the moment in time of which he had

dreamed for years. The infamous Master Toraq had finally seduced the unswayable

mighty Tiger. At long last, the Hawk was finally being taken under the tail

feathers, finally being "raped" by his dear childhood friend.

A sound that was a mix of a growl and a purr rumbled in Arlin's throat

as he took his friend like he had taken his sister and Allisson many times over

the years. The blood trickling from Toraq's shoulder was warm and salty on his

rough tongue. His paw was damp with clear, sticky male juices as it clenched

the bird's long, stiff cock, pumping the shaft rhythmically while his hips

slammed repeatedly against his friend's down-covered bottom. With each thrust

inside the Hawk, Arlin had to fight mentally to keep himself from going over the

brink as Toraq's nether muscles expertly flexed and relaxed his around his cock

as if trying to coax his seed out of him.

For nearly a quarter of an hour, the Tiger and Hawk remained on the bed,

coupled together as one, thrusting and counter thrusting against each other.

The only sounds in the room were the crackling from the fireplace, Arlin's purr

as he maintained his grip on his friend's neck, and Toraq's feminine gasps and

moans with each ramming of the Tiger's long, thick maleness in his ass and each

stroke of the large feline paw on his own cock.

At long last, neither cat nor bird could hold back any longer. As one,

Arlin and Toraq's bodies tensed and the frantic pumping abruptly ceased.

Arlin's groin was pressed hard against Toraq's bottom, his cock buried as deep

as possible up in his nethers. His jaws disengaged from the bird's shoulder,

leaving a dark red wet stain of blood trickling over light brown feathers, and

his paw squeezed the bird's precum-soaked cock even harder. Arlin gave out a

primal roar like that of his mundane cousins and ancestors, the tigers that

prowled the jungles and savannas In response, Toraq shrieked a piercing

"Ki-KHIIIIIII", and together, the Tiger and the Hawk plunged into an abyss,

their world a consuming fire of animal passion that burned through their furred

and feathered bodies.

They lay there together, frozen in place and coupled together for a

brief but seemingly infinite moment in time while Arlin's hot seed filled the

bird's nether chamber, and Toraq's seed spilled out into the Tiger's paw and

onto the floor beside the bed. Had it not been for their barely audible

whimpers, moans, and gasps; an outside observer might very well think the two of

them were just a mere life-size sculpture covered in fur and feathers.

Arlin lapped at the lingering trickles of blood on Toraq's shoulder and

neck, then disengaged himself from the Hawk's aft end and sat down on the bed

beside his friend. He gently ran a claw over Toraq's neck, down the center of

his back between his wings, and scritched the spot where the splayed-out tail

feathers connected with his rump. A shudder coursed through Toraq's body. He

sighed contentedly and moaned, then weakly raised his head and smiled at the big

Tiger.

"There, you see, kitten?" he teased, "That wasn't so bad after all now.

Was it?"

Arlin chuckled and gave the Hawk's plush rump an affectionate swat,

"Heh, that is another big understatement, silly bird. Not only was it not so

bad after all, it was in fact absolutely, mind numbingly wondrous. And if I may

offer my own professional judgment, yours happens to be the sweetest and most

delightful bottom I have ever boinked."

An embarrassed gleam twinkled in Toraq's eyes, and he had to briefly

avert his gaze while the Tiger continued his assessment of his assets.

"It saddens me to think of all the opportunities I have missed over the

years. One of the finest fuck toys ever has been living among us all this time,

and I never realized..."

Toraq stood to his feet and smiled affectionately at his friend. The

bird's shaft, spent for the moment in their recent shared climax, had softened

once more and was partially retracted back into its sheath. "Now then, love,"

he consoled the Tiger, "We can't have you pining away over what could have been.

You should instinctively know that I will always be here for you, should you

ever need someone to cuddle with, to work out your frustrations on, or to spill

your seed into."

Arlin blushed, then smiled and reached out to take Toraq by the hand and

pull him back onto the bed to cuddle with him for a moment. "You can bet your

feathery butt I will be taking you up on that invitation."

Toraq positioned himself so he was straddling Arlin's thighs. He gently

preened the Tiger's cheeks and neck, then touched his beak, half open to his

mouth and the two kissed, their tongues playfully caressing over each other.

Arlin's paws gripped the Hawk's rump as he allowed himself to be guided down

onto his back with the bird on top of him. They kissed for a moment or two

more, then Toraq turned around so that he was straddling the Tiger's chest, his

ass prominently in front of Arlin's face, and his shaft again fully extended

from its downy sheath.

Arlin shuddered and moaned. Toraq was expertly working his tongue all

over his cock, thoroughly cleaning off the sticky feline juices. He felt

obliged to return the favor. The Tiger sat up half way, took a firm grip on

Toraq's flanks, and slid his rough tongue up and down the length of the bird's

hard maleness.

The Hawk chirped softly and a ripple coursed through his body. His cock

pulsed against Arlin's tongue and his wings and tail feathers splayed out and

rustled uncontrollably. His tongue played around the tip of the Tiger's cock,

even teasingly penetrating the glistening opening before he took its length

fully into his mouth and down his throat. Arlin whimpered like a kitten as the

bird's tongue stimulated the sensitive nerve endings of the tight channel inside

his shaft. Not to be outdone, he tightened his grip on the bird's flanks and

worked his maleness fully into his mouth, suckling on it like a sweetpop.

For the second time that night, Tiger and Hawk plunged into that fiery

abyss together. Arlin's claws dug into Toraq's rump, drawing forth small

trickles of blood again as the bird thirstily drank his seed and bestowed his

own life-making juices onto the Tiger's tongue. Arlin nearly gagged at first,

merely out of surprise, as this was another new experience for him. Just like

he did with the wine earlier, he pondered the taste of Toraq's juices for a

moment, purred, then swallowed. The Hawk's maleness was every bit as delicious

as his nether depths, hot and with a very subtle sweetness. His tongue played

up and down the length of the warm shaft, coaxing and milking more of the bird's

seed down his throat, while Toraq did the same for him.

Finally, they were both spent once more. Toraq rose to a kneeling

position, then continued to his feet. He rubbed his sore bottom, smoothed out

his plumage, turned to face his lover, and helped the Tiger up off the bed. "As

much as I would wish this night to last forever, we really should consider

setting out for our date now. We don't want to keep those ladies you have lined

up for us waiting." He sashayed over to a large wooden floor to ceiling

wardrobe and rummaged through its depths while Arlin redressed himself and

reached for a towel to clean up the stickiness on the floor beside the bed.

"Oh, don't bother with that, silly," Toraq said, as he picked out his

ensemble for the evening, "Leave it to my cleaning bot, and come lend a paw."

Arlin dropped the towel and padded over to the wardrobe. Toraq handed

him a thick, silver rod with a rounded tip. "Please be a dear and slip this up

my ass," he instructed, "As much as I love the feel of your seed inside of me, I

need to keep my love chamber thoroughly cleansed for tonight's activities."

The Tiger nodded, took the electrocleanser from the Hawk, stuffed it up

his butt until only the base was barely visible between his feathery cheeks,

"More taildiving and boinking, I presume?"

Toraq smiled sheepishly, "That's very likely," he admitted, "but I could

also end up getting some stage time tonight, or doing lap dances, and well, you

know what the tradition is for paying dancers..."

"But of course," Arlin replied. He gripped the exposed end of the rod

between his thumb and index finger and gave it a firm twist. A soft buzzing

noise could be heard from under the Hawk's tail feathers, and Toraq gasped very

briefly as a gentle electric shock flowed steadily from the shaft into his

depths.

While the rod did its work inside him, Toraq laid out his selection of

clothing on the bed. "What do you think, love?" he asked.

Arlin looked over his friend's selections. There was a black leather

shoulder purse, a pair of silky green panties with black lace trim, a light blue

sheer halter top with white lace trim, and a matching light blue sheer

miniskirt, also with white lace trim.

"A silk and lace theme tonight, eh? Looks fine to me."

Toraq nodded and dressed himself. The halter top was short enough to

leave his feathery midriff exposed and had been altered to allow for his

majestic wings. The skirt was just long enough in front to conceal his

maleness, and just short enough in the back to show off plenty of shapely bird

thigh and provide a teasing glimpse of the lower curve of his panty-clad butt.

Protruding through a hole in the back of the skirt near the top, his tail

feathers were splayed out behind him like a second skirt. He posed like a

fashion model for Arlin, one knee slightly bent and one hip canted sexily to the

side.

"Well? How do I look?"

Arlin looked the bird up and down, taking in his curves and softness,

"That suits you perfectly," he declared. "Then again, pretty much anything

would look good on you."

Toraq gave him a coy gaze over his shoulder, "Aw, I bet you say that to

all the ladies. And do you know what would really look best on me?"

"No. What?"

"You, of course."

Arlin chuckled and shook his head at the incorrigible bird, then landed

a firm swat on Toraq's rump beneath his skirt, "You never get enough, do you?"

Toraq giggled, "Of course not? Enough is an alien concept to me, as is

too much. And speaking of getting more of you in me, I would be most honored if

tonight, after our revelries in town are done and we retire back to the palace,

you would allow me to share my bed down here with you."

Arlin took Toraq in his arms and held him close. His paws again gripped

the bird's rump, and they gazed into each others' eyes, "I would be honored,

love." His fingers probed beneath the bird's panties until they touched the

shaft that was still buzzing inside his ass.

"Ah yes," Toraq said, "I nearly forgot about that. The electrocleansing

should be complete."

The Tiger twisted the shaft again and the buzzing stopped. He gently

pulled the rod from the Hawk's butt and gave it a quick inspection. It was

still shiny and clean, as if brand spanking new.

"Just drop it in my purse," Toraq said, disengaging himself from the

Tiger's grip. "I'm sure I will be needing that quite a bit tonight."

Arlin tossed the plug into the shoulder bag, then stared at Toraq's ass

while the bird bent over to rummage through a storage chest on the floor at the

foot of the bed. He chuckled over the wide array of tools and toys his friend

was tossing into the purse: paddles, whips, belts, buzzplugs, leather cuffs,

leashes, a lightning crop, a box of sewing pins, a couple porcupine shafts, and

a jar of Unicorn Salve.

"You are so incorrigible, young lady," he growled, "You do know that

this is just a night out on the town we're engaging in, and not some dungeon

keepers' convention and seminar at Neina's Retreat, right?"

Toraq finished loading his purse, adding his identification card and a

pouch of money, then slung the bag over his shoulder and smiled coyly at Arlin,

"I like to be prepared. You never know what our playmates might be into. Now,

come on, let's get a move on."

Arlin wrapped an arm around the Hawk and escorted him back out into the

dungeon.

On the way out, Toraq stopped to check on his most recent guests. Beryl

and Darlene were still awake, but their agonized writhings had diminished to the

occasional bit of pained squirms as they tried in vain to adjust their positions

to relieve some of the bite of the needles piercing their rectal walls.

Darlene's feathered face was damp with tears, and as the Hawk passed in front of

her, she gazed pleadingly up at him, hoping futilely that he would remove the

porcupine shaft from her ass before putting her to bed for the night.

He shook his head and gently ran a talon along her cheek and neck, then

reached beneath the table she was trussed up on and pressed the switch. The

blue glow faded as the aural dampening field dissipated.

"I see you are already becoming acclimated to your punishment, young

lady," he complimented her. The young Crow replied with nothing more than a sad

whimper and a moan.

"I am most impressed." He reached over and turned off the dampening

field around Beryl, "And I know you would love nothing more than for me to

remove those infernal devices from your nethers. Sadly for you, I can not

oblige such a wish."

He strutted over to one of the storage cabinets, selected a pair of

syringes filled with a clear liquid, attached a long needle to each of them,

pushed on their plungers to remove any air bubbles. He stepped around behind

Beryl and stabbed one of the needles into the Crow's ass. "You see, when we

administer punishments and disciplines, we go for endurance. In other words,

you two will be spending the night with the porcupine shafts inside you. This

little shot will help you sleep through the night." He patted Beryl on the

rump, then handed the other syringe to Arlin. The Tiger inserted the needle

into Darlene's rump, and slowly pushed the plunger, injecting the serum into her

body.

"Actually, this sleep aid will take a while to reach its full effect,"

Toraq added, "Fortunately, we can expedite your descent into slumber right easy.

Arlin, be a dear and press that blue-white button on the base of Darlene's

porcupine shaft."

Arlin nodded and touched the button that Toraq had cautioned him about

earlier. There was a loud buzz from inside the girl, followed by a muffled

electric snap. Her entire body tensed and she cried out a loud but very brief

yelp, and after that, she collapsed into blissful unconsciousness

Toraq chuckled and playfully smacked Beryl's rump as the Crow's daughter

was zapped to sleep, "As you can see, my slave, this is going to hurt. Now, on

the count of three..." Before even counting one, the Hawk slipped a finger

beneath Beryl's tail feathers and pressed the blue-white button. Again, there

was a loud buzz followed by a muffled snap. The Crow twitched and gasped, then

fell silent and still.

Arlin played with Darlene's bottom as he contemplated the young Ornith

lass trussed up and asleep on the work table, "Should we go ahead and put them

to bed in their cell, or leave them here for the night?"

Toraq pondered the Crows for a moment, then shook his head and held out

a hand to Arlin, "Leave them there for now. I'll have Elerie and Flurrie put

them to bed. We need to get a move on." The Tiger gently took Toraq's taloned

hand in his paw, and the two of them exited through the narrow corridor leading

out to the reception area.

Upon opening the door, their ears were filled with the familiar sound of

hard wood impacting on fur-covered flesh. Three Furlings occupied the reception

area: a Mouse girl, clad in a thin green work tunic; a lady Fruit Bat, sporting

a black leather X-harness, and a Leopard boy, dressed in a brown suede tunic and

matching pants. This was Toraq's night shift crew.

Toraq and Arlin could not help but chuckle softly at the sight before

them. The Leopard, his pants pulled down to his knees and his tunic folded up,

was laying submissively over the Bat's lap. The Mouse was holding his slinky

tail up out of the way, while the Bat worked over his cute, youthful bottom with

a round wooden, studded paddle. Each smack caused the lad to writhe and whimper

like a kitten, and caused the Mouse to flinch and wince sympathetically.

The Hawk and Tiger quietly watched the bat do her finest on the

Leopard's soft, muscular butt. Toraq cocked his head to one side, contemplating

the impressive crimson glow that showed prominently through the white fur that

covered the inner half of the boy's rump. He muttered to Arlin, "For such a

diminutive lady, Skara sure knows how to beat life's lessons into a youngster's

ass."

Arlin smiled, nodded, and replied, "Aye, and judging by the lack of

stiffness between the lad's thighs, I would say that Elerie is not getting any

pleasure from this at all. 'Tis pure punishment at its finest."

"There may be no pleasure in this for Elerie," Toraq added, "but if you

noticed the subtle scent of arousal here, it seems as if Flurrie is enjoying

seeing his butt get reddened. And who can blame her? He's yet another whose

bottom was made to be abused."

Arlin chuckled softly again, "Heh. You are the butt master, dear

friend. I won't argue your assessment of his assets. But did you notice the

very slight reddening inside Flurrie's ears, and the look in her eyes?"

"How could I miss it? Her embarrassment over her arousal only enhances

her natural cuteness."

"I bet there's going to be a game of cat and mouse between the two

tonight."

"I wouldn't doubt it," Toraq said, "Despite them having a busy shift

ahead of them, I'm sure Flurrie will find some quiet time to raise her tail for

Elerie."

After a final interminable minute, the paddling was over at last.

Skara-Bree handed the paddle to Flurrie, who hung it back up in its place on the

wall behind the desk. The lad sobbed quietly as he lay across the Bat's lap,

awaiting permission to get up. Skara ran her hands over his burning rump,

admiring her own handiwork. Finally, she gave him a firm open-handed smack on

his glowing bottom, and released her hold on his back.

"On your feet, boy," she said. Her voice was stern and carried an air

of authority when she addressed him. "I hope you finally learned your lesson

this time."

Elerie clumsily rose to his feet and stood before his supervisor, his

pants still down around his ankles. He furiously tried to rub the fiery

soreness from his ass while he humbly nodded his head. His ice-blue feline eyes

were and misty, and his cheeks were damp with tears.

"And remember, the next time you are late, you will be paddled twice as

long," Skara declared.

"There won't be a next time," Toraq interrupted, "Isn't that right,

Elerie?"

The Leopard, Bat, and Mouse turned to face the Hawk and Tiger. All

three stood up straight like troops at attention. "Ah, Warden Toraq, Warden

Arlin," Skara greeted them, "you should have announced your presence sooner.

You know that when I get into my work, I get tunnel vision and don't notice the

world around me."

She looked the Hawk over and smiled approvingly, "You're looking mighty

hot tonight, m'lady. It's about time you made use of that ensemble me and

Flurrie made for you."

Flurrie nodded agreement, "Yeah. We were starting to worry that you had

just stuffed it away deep in your closet or something."

Skara fussed a bit over Toraq, smoothing out some wrinkles in his skirt,

"You really do wear that outfit well," she complimented him, "And it's good to

see you finally getting out and about to have a bit of fun outside the dungeon

for once."

Arlin boldly put an arm around his friend's waist and gave him a pat on

the hip, "Aye, he is most charming indeed, and a pleasure to behold," he agreed,

"And coming from me, you know that is not just idle flattery. I'm sure this

lovely girlyboy bird will be turning many heads tonight."

"And raising a lot of heads as well, no doubt," Skara added, "So, are

you just going out on pleasure tonight, or are you planning on attempting a bit

of recruiting as well?"

Toraq laughed and gave the Bat a hug, planting a friendly peck on her

cheek, "It's mostly a pleasure expedition. Arlin convinced me that I've been

spending too much time cooped up down here, and need to get out among the free

and unbound occasionally. But then again, you never know what tails may turn

before the night is over." He turned his gaze to Elerie, who was still gingerly

rubbing his sore ass end.

"Now then, it seems I and my date interrupted Lovenmusk's finest artist

in the midst of her work recently. What, perchance is the occasion?"

Skara-Bree blushed and briefly averted her eyes, "Oh, Toraq, you are

such a flatterer. I was merely doing what my job as Elerie and Flurrie's

supervisor requires."

"Aw, nonsense," Toraq chided her, "It is not flattery if it is one

hundred percent truth. You are indeed an artist when it comes to administering

discipline on tender bottoms, a true master at your craft. Now, let's have a

look at your latest work. Elerie, turn around and show the glow."

Still sniffling, the Leopard clumsily turned around and raised his

slinky tail, giving everyone a full view of his freshly paddled butt. Toraq

whistled appreciatively at the sight. He reached out and ran his hands over the

uniformly reddened flesh, stroking and squeezing here and there. His touch

caused the boy to wince and whimper.

"Very impressive, Skara," the Hawk commented, "This is a real

masterpiece. You, dear lady are a true master of your craft."

Skara-Bree laughed softly and gave the Hawk a friendly squeeze on the

rump under his skirt, "I did learn from the best, you know."

"And over the years, you have far exceeded my expectations." he

beckoned Arlin over, "Come check out her work, Warden."

The Tiger padded over and took a firm grip on Elerie's butt. He smiled

and nodded his approval, "That is impressive indeed. You could fry a whole slab

of bacon on the lad's ass."

Elerie's ears flattened outwards. All this attention over his aft end

caused a shudder of embarrassment to flow through his body. He bent over to

pull his pants back up, but a firm, talon-punctuated smack on his ass stopped

him.

"Keep 'em down," Toraq ordered.

The Leopard sighed and stood upright again, awaiting further

instructions.

"What brought about this session over your lap, Skara?"

The Bat put a hand on her hip and looked again at Elerie, "Same as last

time, and the time before that," she replied, "He was late for his shift again

tonight."

Toraq shook his head in disbelief, "That's what, the fourth time in the

past two weeks?"

"Fifth time," Flurrie corrected him. The Mouse was sitting at the desk,

her gaze fixed firmly on Elerie's bottom. "He was only four minutes late this

time around though. So he is getting better at punctuality."

"That won't do at all," Toraq declared, "I don't care if it's four

minutes or forty. My people will be here for the start of their shifts on time

or sooner, not a minute later. Face me, young kitty."

Elerie turned back around and let his gaze meet his master's, "Master

Toraq, I have been trying my hardest to be on time. My body is simply having

too much trouble adjusting to night shift, and I keep oversleeping. I've tried

every technique I could think of, and nothing works. Perhaps you should put me

back on days."

"No," the Hawk reiterated, "I can't put you back on days. The night

shift is short staffed as it is since Raddisson and Tawnia left. And what with

us becoming busier than normal down here, Skara and Flurrie need all the help

they can get."

The Bat put a gentle hand on the lad's flank, "Besides, if I didn't have

you here on my shift, nights off for everyone would become scarce. Both Wilfred

and Rei would not have been pleased at all if I had been forced to cancel their

night off tonight."

"And you know what a bear Wilfred can be when he's deprived of his well

earned leisure time," Toraq reminded him. "At any rate, you are staying on

nights until further notice. Your body will adjust to your new hours. I

guarantee it."

Elerie cocked his head to one side, "If you don't mind my asking,

Master, do you by chance have some sort of potion or pill that might help me?

My alarm isn't doing the job, and I really don't want to be late again." He

rubbed his bottom, still quite sore and tender from his recent paddling.

Toraq smiled devilishly and nodded, "I have just the thing. Stay put.

I'll be back before you can say pin cushioned Duck's butt." He disappeared

through the door leading back to the dungeon, leaving Elerie, Skara-Bree,

Flurrie, and Arlin smirking among themselves at the Warden's colorful

vocabulary.

"Pin cushioned Duck's butt, eh?" Arlin repeated, "Sounds like he has Rei

on the brain again."

"Can't really blame him," Elerie said, "Rei's one cute little birdie.

And that plush, white, round ass of hers was just made to be used and abused, as

she herself has declared many many times." He turned his gaze back to the door

Toraq disappeared through, "Any ideas what Master Toraq has in mind for my

oversleeping problem?"

Arlin shrugged, "I have no clue," he admitted, "but the odds are good

that it will be either slightly painful beneath your tail, embarrassing, or

both."

Flurrie giggled, "That would be the ultimate sucker's bet for sure."

"Whatever it is," Skara added, "You will be finding out soon enough."

Elerie nodded and sighed, nervous but resigned to whatever fate the Hawk

had in store for him. "I reckon my best hope is that it works fast on me."

The Leopard didn't have to wait long. Granted, it was longer than it

took to say "Pin cushioned Duck's butt", but a minute or two after leaving,

Master Toraq returned, carrying a small satchel. He set it on the floor, bent

over it, and reached into its depths. Elerie craned his neck to catch a glimpse

of what the Hawk was extracting, but the Dungeon Warden gave a stern shake of

his head, "Turn around, spread your legs, lift your tail, and bend over, lad,"

he ordered.

Elerie sighed, turned around, and submissively presented his ass. Toraq

knelt behind him and pressed his beak to his southern star, eliciting a whimper

from the boy as the bird's tongue slicked up his nether entrance. He whimpered

again, a little louder, as Toraq slid a thick, long metallic shaft up inside

him, until its base was concealed between his plush, furry cheeks.

"A buttplug?" the boy asked, still bent over and looking upside down

between his spread legs at Master Toraq. "How is that going to help me wake up

early enough?"

"It's not just an ordinary buttplug," Toraq corrected him. "Stand back

up and face me. I'd rather talk directly to your face instead of your butt."

Elerie stood erect and turned back around. He fidgeted a little,

shifting his weight back and forth from his left foot to his right. His bottom

flexed and relaxed several times around the shaft that the Hawk had inserted

inside him. Although he had undergone many electrocleansings and more

traditional soap and water washes under his tail over the years, as well as

several rectally administered bioprobes, he had never had an actual buttplug of

any type inside him. It's length and thickness were much greater than he had

ever experienced. It stretched his insides and felt both very uncomfortable and

strangely satisfying at the same time, as the slight stiffening between his

thighs attested to.

Toraq gave him a coy wink and a pat on the rump, "You'll learn to like

this," he assured him, "Or you could develop a love-hate relationship with it.

You see, what I have put up your butt is a buzzplug, but not your typical

buzzplug. This is a new programmable model, as you are about to learn." He

reached into the satchel again, brought up a palm-sized control pad, and pressed

a button labeled ENERGIZE.

Flurrie stifled a nervous giggle and staged whispered to Skara-Bree, "I

can see where this is going."

Skara smiled knowingly and scritched the Mouse between the ears, "You'd

have to be blind as a... blind person to not see this coming."

Elerie's eyes widened, and his already partially erect shaft emerged

fully from its sheath as a soft buzzing hum could be heard emanating from inside

him.

"As you can now feel inside you," Toraq continued his lecture, "and as

you should have already known, when energized, buzzplugs generate an electric

charge that stimulates the wearer's intimate regions."

The lad looked down at his hard cock, pointing proudly out in front of

him, "So I can see."

"But as easily as it can be used for pleasure," Toraq said, "buzzplugs

are also frequently used as devices for discipline and punishment." He ran a

talon across the controller's touch pad, from the lower left corner to the upper

right. The subdued buzz inside Elerie grew louder. A touch of another button,

this one marked DISCHARGE, resulted in a loud, but muffled snap, which was

followed by a pained yelp from the lad as he dropped to his knees in pain.

"The charge can be set to administer a painful rectal shock." Toraq

handed the control unit to Flurrie, then helped the whimpering Leopard boy back

to his feet. "I have the plug programmed to generate a jolt like you just

received three hours before tomorrow night's shift change. Now, there should be

no possible way for you to oversleep. And you will wear it to bed. If you

don't, I will know."

Elerie nodded and wiped a stray tear from his cheek fluff, "As you

command, Master Toraq," he agreed. "But why three hours? When I'm up and

about, it doesn't take me that long to clean up, dress, and get to work."

"I'm not taking any chances with you, boy," Toraq replied, "Three hours

will ensure that you are not late. And for the next two weeks, I want you here

not merely at shift change, but a full extra hour before."

"Why so early?" Arlin interjected.

"I have some extra training in mind for the boy," Toraq explained,

"training that is guaranteed to instill the discipline in him vital to excelling

in his work here."

Skara-Bree and Flurrie exchanged a knowing look. "If Master Toraq has

in mind what I think he has in mind," Skara said, "then you are in for one wild

ride, Elerie." She gave his still sore rump a tender squeeze.

"Don't be too afraid, sweetie," Flurrie encouraged him, "We both went

through this same training before you joined us. It will be intense, but in the

end, it really is worth it. You'll probably learn to like it at times too."

Elerie looked even more worried than before.

"Now, I have one more thing for you, lad," Toraq announced. He bent

over again and reached into the satchel. "This is going to be your work uniform

from now on."

The insides of the Leopard's ears turned bright red as he took the silky

red panties and blue and white pleated schoolgirl sailor-style minidress Master

Toraq shoved into his paws. "Master Toraq, if I may be so candid, I think you

may have made a mistake. I can't wear something like this."

Toraq laughed and affectionately swatted Elerie's rump, "Nonsense, lad.

It is your size. Go ahead and try it on."

"But, master, this is a girl's uniform," he protested.

"No," the Hawk corrected him, "it's your uniform, unless you want to be

referred to as a girl... Come to think of it, for your training, that actually

sounds like a good idea. Don't you think so, Skara?"

The Bat smiled and nodded emphatically, "It's a splendid idea." She

then gazed at the lad with her best no nonsense look, "Now do as you are told,

young lady, and get into your uniform."

Elerie's ears warmed up yet again, and with a final whimper of protest,

he pulled on the silky panties and squirmed into the minidress. The dress had

short sleeves that clung snug to his upper arms right below the shoulders. The

upper portion, from waist to neck was made of a white stretchy material that fit

snug over the Leopard's youthful feline frame. The collar formed a narrow V

from the middle of his chest up to his shoulders, and then lay flat across the

upper quarter of his back in a silky blue square with white stitched trim. The

skirt portion was of the same material, was neatly pressed into wide pleats,

flared attractively over the boy's hips, and had a hole in the back where it

connected with the upper, through which his slinky, spotted tail was threaded.

As was the most popular style for as long as anyone could remember, the skirt

was just long enough in the front to provide a minimal amount of modesty, and

just short enough in the rear to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of Elerie's wide,

panty-clad bottom.

"Perfect," Toraq chirped, "now do the obligatory slow one eighty, so we

can check you out from all angles."

Elerie submissively shuffled around; presenting left profile, rear view,

and right profile for Toraq and the others' perusal, "This is too embarrassing,"

he whined, "I feel like Kennewick in this."

"You look adorable as a girlyboy," Skara corrected him.

Flurrie, her large liquid green eyes dreamily half closed, fondled his

plush rump, "I think you look very sexy in a schoolgirl dress, sweetie." She

stretched up on her toes and planted a friendly kiss on his cheek, causing his

blush to intensify.

"You will get used to girling up," Toraq said matter of factly, "As time

passes, you will be able to strut with confidence down the streets of Lovenmusk

in your uniform without so much as a tail twitch when passersby ogle at your

delicious legs and ass."

Elerie groaned, "Can't I change into and out of my uniform after

arriving here and before leaving? I can't be seen in public like this."

"Why not?" the Hawk asked.

"Well, what if my friends, or even worse, family sees me?"

"So what? They will just have to deal with and accept your fashion.

It's not as if you are the first boy to ever don a dress."

The lad's gaze met his master's, then traveled downward over his

feathery breast, hips and thighs, all clad even more girly than he was. His

eyes narrowed and he raised his tail high in proud, grim determination.

"Very well, Master Toraq. You always say that you would never subject

us to anything you would not be willing to undergo yourself. And if you can

parade about in a miniskirt and halter top without a second thought, then I can

likewise proudly wear a schoolgirl uniform."

Toraq patted Elerie on the shoulder, "That's the spirit, boy. With that

attitude, you will have the self confidence and discipline to not give a rat's

ass what anyone else thinks about your appearance in no time at all."

Arlin grinned slyly, "And if you don't mind my saying so, missy, you

really do look good girled up. Just like Kennewick, you are going to turn a lot

of heads as you sashay through the streets."

He lowered his gaze and smiled meekly at the Tiger's compliment,

"Thank-you, Warden. I do hope I can survive this humiliation."

"The first few days will be the toughest for you, as well as your family

and friends," Toraq advised him, "I won't lie to you about that. But after a

short while, you will feel perfectly at ease, and girling up will seem just as

natural to you and them as eating, breathing, and boinking."

Elerie nodded, "I'm sure it will. But it would be even easier if I

wasn't the only one."

"Ah, the old misery loves company philosophy," Skara translated, "Are

you hinting that the other boys here should have to wear sailorgirl dresses for

their uniforms?"

Toraq clapped his hands together excitedly, "Ah, that's a splendid idea.

I'm ashamed I didn't think of it sooner. From here on out, all of my employees

will wear blue and white schoolgirl minis as their work uniform, with silky

panties underneath, in plain solid colors of their own choosing."

Arlin laughed out loud at his friend's devilish plan, "You are so damn

incorrigible, Buttmaster, anything to see cute lads in girly clothes, eh?"

"So, this policy has unintended side benefits," Toraq shrugged, "Nothing

wrong with looking a little more professional as a team. And just imagine how

fabulous we will all look together in our uniforms when me and my entire crew

take off in a month and a half for that upcoming pet show and dungeoneers'

seminar at Neina's Retreat. We'll be the envy of the camp."

"Sounds like a good plan to me," Flurrie said, "And I know the other

girls will be thrilled over this. The boys won't be too happy about it though."

"They'll get over it," Skara replied, "Even if me and Master Toraq have

to paddle their girly bottoms daily until they accept the new dress code."

"Wilfred will adjust easily after a few days," Toraq mused, "as will the

other Furlings and Orniths. It's Kalen whose going to be the difficult case.

But no worries. I have to qualms about reddening his cute, furless bottom until

his point of view properly adjusts."

"C'mon, mate," Arlin growled, interrupting the Hawk's feminizing

fantasies, "We really need to be moving on. Don't want to keep the ladies

waiting."

"Right," Toraq acknowledged, "Just a couple final shift change

instructions, then we can go."

Skara, Flurrie, and Elerie fell silent and gathered together in front of

Toraq to receive their changeover. The Hawk's wings flapped idly as he

addressed his crew, "It should be a somewhat busy night for you three," he

began, "First, we have two new long term guests here, a pair of Crows, a father

and daughter team that was brought to us for armed robbery. They are sleeping

now, since I game them rectal jolts with their porcupine shafts. They are still

trussed up in the playroom."

"Should we just let them sleep until they get their wakeup shocks?"

Elerie asked.

"There's not much choice there," Toraq replied, "They were given one

helluva workout tonight, and should be able to sleep through anything short of

setting them on fire. So, that being the case, I want you, Elerie, to go ahead

and remove their porcupine shafts and give them both a psi probe to get a feel

for their desires, fears, and other aspects of their psyches that may be useful

in determining the course of their slave conditioning. After you are done with

the probe, you and Flurrie need to pick an empty single bunk cell and put them

to bed for the night."

"You'll like it," Arlin assured him, "They're both quite delightful

creatures. Probing them should be a wonderful experience for you." He closed

his eyes and smiled as he remembered his usage of Darlene, the young tendertail

member of the pair.

"I'll gather plenty of data from them, Master Toraq," Elerie replied,

"And what about that little group we've been working on for the past half year,

that gang from that racketeering ring? I believe they are going to auction

tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes," Toraq confirmed, "They get sold tomorrow afternoon. So late in

your shift, I want you and Flurrie to work together to get them all prepped and

prettied up for the show."

"There's a checklist of all they need on your datapads," Skara said.

She pulled her own pad from her belt and went over the task list for the Mouse

and Leopard.

"After they have been exercised, you need to bathe and groom them, and

give them all deep electrocleansings. Breakfast will be served to them on the

floor in the play pit. There will be a large number of potential bidders

watching them from the observation deck as they dine like animals. So make sure

that they look their best, and maintain their proper posture."

"Do you want us to use stimulator probes in them to keep them visibly

aroused?" Flurrie asked.

"Yes," Toraq replied, "I'm aiming to get them sold as pleasure slaves

instead of labor beasts, so it is vital to show off all their assets. Carry on,

Skara."

The Bat nodded and glanced back down at her datapad, "After they have

been fed, they are to be administered a full undertail workout for the amusement

of our potential buyers. This will include paddlings, canings, and whippings

with a wide array of tools, followed by shockings, both rectally and on the

surface. To finish the demonstration, you two will line them up against the

wall, raise a deflection shield to protect their backs and legs, and use their

bottoms as dart boards. Give them each three rounds of five, clean their

behinds, then apply Unicorn Salve to heal the wounds."

"I presume we are going to let the buyers sample the merchandise for

themselves?" Elerie inquired.

"As per procedures, anyone who wishes to do so may test any of the

slaves scheduled to go to auction. They can do almost anything with and to them

their minds can twist up."

Toraq interrupted to clarify, "That is, they can do anything short of

causing death, disfigurement, or permanent injury. If they draw blood, you will

need to clean it up and apply the Unicorn Salve again. Any that get boinked

will need another electrocleansing or deep scrub. Also, boinking the slaves

will require a payment of one silver laurel per insertion."

"Paid in the usual way, I presume?" Flurrie asked."

"But of course," Skara confirmed, "If you trained these slaves properly,

the two of you could very well end the night with a respectable buttload of

coins."

"You too, Skara," Toraq amended for her, "You will be working the play

pit with them, since you are the night shift Dungeon Warden. And as per

tradition, any money you receive under your tails will be pooled together at the

end of the shift. Half will go into the dungeon treasury, and the other half

will be divided between the three of you."

"It should be a fun night," Skara said, "That gang was a real pleasure

to train. 'Tis a pity they are going to be sold. I'm going to miss them,

especially that Elf lad, Kaylie."

"You did an outstanding job with him, especially feminizing him to the

point to where he can't remember his original name. I'm truly amazed at your

skills, Skara," Toraq declared.

"I just hope whoever ends up owning that boy takes good care of her and

treats her like a beloved pet should be treated."

"I'm sure her future owner will be good to her. Don't you worry. Now,

there's still a couple more matters to relay before we head out."

"Well, get on with it," Skara prodded, "You haven't got all night, you

know. We wouldn't want you to be late for your shift tomorrow, silly bird."

She cast a mischievous glance over at Elerie and Flurrie, then gave her own

plush little rump a not so subtle smack with the palm of her hand.

"Right then," Toraq continued. His tail feathers fanned out and rose

like a feathery sail, betraying the tinge of embarrassment that rippled through

his body, "Skara, while the others are prepping tomorrow's sales, I have a

special assignment just for you. In a couple hours, you will be receiving two

new and rather young guests, who will be staying with us for three days. Their

names, if I remember correctly are Yanna and Terry-Bree."

"Ah, so their headmaster finally decided on a punishment for their

little hacking caper," Skara said, "They should have known that the chances of

getting into their school's databanks to steal test questions were

astronomical."

"I hope you don't have any reservations about handling their

discipline," Toraq said, "what with them being your sibs and all."

Skara laughed and patted the Hawk's shoulder, "Don't you worry your

feathered head, chief. When I'm done with those brats, their little bottoms

will be so sore and tender that it will hurt just thinking about misbehaving in

any way. They know good and well that their big sister does not spare the rod,

or any other tool. And good call on the three days. Our folks should be back

from their deep space love cruise by then. So having them here with me will

ensure that they stay out of trouble and attend to their studies."

"Thank-you, love," Toraq chirped, "I know that I can count on you to

treat them right. But be sure to be on time for the slave sale preview in the

play pit all the same. I do need you there with Flurrie and Elerie."

"No worries," she assured him, "I'll have them sound asleep in the spare

bed in my sanctum long before the show begins."

"Good. And Elerie, I want you to wear that buzzplug all night, except

during the hands-on portion of the preview, so you can receive payments from

anyone who boinks the slaves. After cashing out, Flurrie will reinsert the plug

up your butt and you will wear it until you report in tomorrow night."

Elerie and Flurrie nodded acknowledgment

"Flurrie, if Elerie starts to fall asleep, give him a zap."

"Right-o, Master Toraq," the Mouse replied, "Like this?" She picked up

the controller and pressed the discharge button, causing the young Leopard boy

to yelp out in pain as the plug inside him sent a burst of electricity shooting

into his rectal chamber.

"Yes, like that. And finally, I want you, Elerie to go out tonight and

purchase the uniforms for the rest of the team, both night and day shift. I

want everyone properly dressed when I get back. You can get their sizes from

their personnel files."

Elerie sighed and the insides of his ears reddened again. He meekly

nodded, "Aye, Master Toraq. I suppose it is best I get out and about like this

as soon as possible anyway."

"It is," Toraq agreed, "The first time is the toughest. It gets easier

after that. Just remember to hold your head and tail up high; walk with pride,

and carry yourself as if you have girled up all your life. Now, I must bid you

a fine and naughty night."

Toraq sidled up against Arlin, "Let's go, Tiger."

Arlin proudly put his arm around Toraq's waist, resting his paw on the

bird's flank as if he had engaged in intimacy with boys all his life. They gave

Skara-Bree, Flurrie, and Elerie a curt nod and wave, then padded up the stairs

together to go burn up the night.